Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Drawn

I don't have a real home, instead

Under an underpass I stay.

A worn out mattress is my bed,

Against a concrete wall of gray,

Upon which I do make my mark.

I draw a window to look through

To see a lovely city park.

I draw a chest with three drawers to

Put in clothes in which to be clad.

A drawn bird in a drawn cage, we

Together do enjoy time had,

Watching shows on my drawn T.V.

To dream away my homeless part,

I draw my "home" in charcoal art.